I saw something that looked like this:
But Frankie wasn't with me so I realized that 20 yards ahead of me on the trail was really one of these:
I didn't take this picture - my camera was in my pack and when the coyote saw me he skulked back into the brush, as is the nature of a coyote. About 100 yards further on down the trail I ran into two other hikers, an older man and, presumably, his adult daughter. I told them about the coyote. The man's response was "Did it attack you? Because you are certainly attractive and if I had the opportunity, I would attack you!", as is the nature of a dirty old man. The daughter hauled him away in a hurry, as is the nature of an embarrassed daughter.
A couple miles down the trail I saw this:
I did have time to get my camera and take this photo, as it is the nature of the tarantula to move a bit slower than a coyote.